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Ain't it Ajust like the night to play Dtricks when you're E7tryin' to be so Aquiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all Ddoin' our E7best to denAy it And LouEise holds a handful of rain, E7temptin' you to deAfy it Lights Dflicker from the opposite Aloft In Dthis room the heat pipes just Acough The Dcountry music station plays soft ABut there's nothing, really nothing to turn E7off Just LouAise and her Dlover E7so enAtwined And these visionDs of JohannA/C#a that E7conquer my minAd
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise, she's all right, she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees" Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the Dcountess who's preE7tending to Acare for him Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite Dand I'll go ouE7t and say a prayAer for him" But like LouEise always says "Ya can't E7look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, prApares for him And MaDdonna, she still has not Ashowed We see this Dempty cage now corArode Where her Dcape of the stage once had Aflowed The fiddler,Dhe now steps to theAroad He writes Dev'rything's been returned which wasAowed On the bacDk of the fish truck that loads AWhile my conscience expE7lodes The harAmonicas play the Dskeleton Ekeys and the Arain And these visDions of JohannA/C#a are now E7all that reAmain